Warhol's Muses: The Artists, Misfits, and Superstars Destroyed By the Factory Fame Machine
There's a LOT you can take away from Laurence Leamer's dishy tell-all about Warhol and the women who surrounded him in the Factory. Chiefly, he was a terrible, terrible person. As someone who used to lovingly look at old photos of Factory denizens in high school and wish I could go back in time to be a part of the scene, this made me sad and also horrified at how he treated the superstars he claimed to be closest to. You could tell in interviews that he is rather a dick, but I didn't realize the extent of his sadism toward those in his inner circle. One particular moment that stuck with me was how he made a younger inhabitant of the factory nearly drink himself to death and was gleefully filming it, humiliating him to a grotesque extent. This behavior extended especially to his primary muse, the charming, beautiful, effervescent Edie Sedgwick (naturally pictured on the cover). Since my mid-teens, I have always had a fascination with Edie: her style, the way she talked, he...
